It’s crazy, I’m a guy too and I very rarely ever get emotional over a film, but for some dumb-ass reason, I get very choked up watching the scene of Matt Damon’s character getting super upset with Minnie Driver’s character and they break up in “Good Will Hunting” (sorry no spoiler boxes).
I have to agree with the Futurama episode , Jurrasic Bark. I got so angry that it had made me cry. I almost stopped watching Futurama because they had done that.
Meet Me in St. Louis. Well, you did ask for the last one.
Judy Garland singing Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas chokes me up, given the date of release and all (January 1945). But it’s Leon Ames and Mary Astor singing You and I to each other that I openly cry at.
I’m a big sissy – like some have mentioned I can be done in by the graveside scenes in Forrest Gump & Saving Private Ryan. Panning across the floating dead bodies in Titanic and knowing that it was a real event also makes me quite ill.
Most recent movie-cry though was John Q, when he was speaking to his son shortly before
attempting to “volunteer” to be his heart donor. That probably had to do with some things that were going on in my life at that time, but at least I was sitting next to my good buddy who was a single “weekend warrior” father at the time, so I wasn’t the only one with a wet face. After that movie we didn’t make it 10 steps out of the door before all 4 of us had our drivers’ licenses out to double-check that the organ donation section was filled out.
OK, I was on the airplane, and maybe the altitude combined with the Lorazepam (I hate flying) had something to do with it, but I cried like a cello during Finding Nemo when
The mom got eaten ten seconds into the movie, then again when Dory pleaded Marlin to stay with her b/c she was lost without him, then again when Marlin thought he Nemo was dead in the baggie, then again when Gill sacrificed himself to flip Nemo into the spit sink, then again when Marlin and Nemo were finally reunited, then again when he thought Nemo was killed by the net collapsing on him. Kid’s movie MY ASS.
When she and her grandmother meet again, and the Dowager Empress sees her necklace, and then they sing the lullaby again.
And again when she and Dimitri elope.
And Breakfast at Tiffanys:
Holly decides to get out of the cab and go back for Cat. And she’s calling “Cat! Cat!” And she looks at Paul, and her face just crumples, because she’s so sure that Cat is gone forever, and then you hear a “Mrrow!” and Cat pops up behind her! And then the opening strains of Moon River swell up and I’m bawling like a little baby. And then I have to run and grab Buffy, MY orange tabby, and hug her.
‘Together’. The train station scenes at the end. That was Tuesday. This weekend I’m going to ‘Seabiscuit’. You have no idea how much I hope the horse lives…
Well, I don’t really cry at movies but I can think of a couple I get a little “misty-eyed” in.
Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.
The very end after Li Mu Bai and Yu Shu Lien confess their love for each other and Li Mu Bai dies in her arms as they’re kissing… he just couldn’t hold out against the poison anymore. It was heartbreaking.
I’ll echo Forrest Gump.
I won’t say that Kirk’s death did much, but whenever I watch Star Trek 2
and see Spocks death, I get a little teary eyed. Amazing Grace playing in the background doesn’t help either
If a TV show can do it, the end of Star Trek - TNG Inner Light gets me too.
Picard, after living his life on the planet discovers it was all a dream. He reunites with his wife and friend. Back on the Enterprise, he gets his flute from the probe and clutches it next to his heart.
I know there are more, but thats about all I can think of right now.
Another vote for Lilo & Stitch: “This is my family. I found it all by myself. It is little, and broken, but still good. Yeah, still good.”
Jeez, I’ve got tears in my eyes just thinking about it.
Once, years ago, when I was home for a number of weeks with a pretty serious illness, one afternoon I was lying on the couch watching TV and happened to watch – back to back – Romeo And Juliet on one channel followed by Terms Of Endearment on a different channel.
I was such a mess when my mom came home that she thought I’d had a breakdown over being sick, and I had to explain through my tears “No, no, it’s just . . . the movies . . . . *:: Sob ::”
I cried off and on through pretty much all of What Dreams May Come, partly because of the story line, and partly because the special effects were so beautiful. (And partly because it was the week before my period and I always get weirdly emotional around then).
My first was a TV movie called “JT” about a young African-American boy that takes to stealing after he discovers a stray cat that he begins to take care of. He makes a nest for it in an abandoned oven while it snows around him. Late in the movie, a couple of boys from school who’ve been harrassing him discover him with his cat, and frighten it into the street, where it is run over.
DAMN. Have to go for the kleenex now.
American Beauty. Ricky Fitts is telling his girlfriend, about the day he videos the plastic bag, and how it made him feel as if despite how much despair he might feel, seeing the bag dancing in the wind was like finding that there was good in the world, and it was looking out for him. I can’t even think about it without starting to tear up.
An obscure movie called “Bulletproof Heart” when the hitman, who has now fallen in love with Fiona, his mark, cannot bring himself to shoot her, even though she begs him, then becomes furious with him.